"Want to tell me why we're out here?" Octavius asked, his eyes narrowing as he watched Void scan their surroundings with an air of intensity.
Void didn't respond. Instead, he continued his search, his gaze darting back and forth.
"Fine, I'm off," Octavius said, turning to leave. "We have Skill Aptitude classes, and I don't want to miss that. I'm starting to enjoy Miss Wilmort's classes."
[My bad, I thought you'd like to stop one of the guys that killed your sister from sexually harassing Amy, ] Void yelled after him.
Octavius stopped dead in his tracks, his feet rooted to the spot as he turned to face Void. "How do you mean?"
[While your brain might be going through some utter chaos, I want to believe it hasn't affected your ability to hear fine, ]
Octavius rolled his eyes and shoved his hands into his pockets. "How did you know about that?" he raised another question.
